Текст песни Little white house - Milles Day

There's a place I go sometimes, when the real world gets too loud
It's tucked behind a memory, hiding in a cloud
It's got a worn-out wooden swing, a dog out on the lawn
And a crooked little welcome mat, waiting for a dawn that never comes

And it's our little white house, with the shutters painted green
The most perfect, painful picture that I have ever seen
But it's just a paper blueprint, a ghost inside my head
Full of all the words we should have, but will never leave unsaid
In our little white house, where our love is dead

I walk through the front door and I can almost smell the rain
I see you in the kitchen, smiling through the window pane
There are muddy boots left by the door, there are pictures on the wall
In this dream we made it through the fall, we actually survived it all

In our little white house, with the shutters painted green
The most perfect, painful picture that I have ever seen
But it's just a paper blueprint, a ghost inside my head
Full of all the words we should have, but will never leave unsaid
In our little white house, where our love is dead

I know I shouldn't come here, this fantasy's a cage
It's time to take a match to this imaginary page
I have to watch the dream burn down, I have to let it go
'Cause you can't build a future on a seed that will not grow

So goodbye to the kitchen
Goodbye to the green shutters
Goodbye to the dog on the lawn
Our little white house
Is gone